Listen. An autism plea.

It’s 2007 and I’m happy but crying Not really sure what I have become, but I’m holding the baby, I am now a Mum In the noisy room of the maternity ward, The air is sterile and clean, and the faces of crying mums and babies can be seen, And I’m feeling so old in…… Continue reading Listen. An autism plea.

Make sense of the senses.

The senses. Our senses. Something I take for granted, I expect them to work. What if they don’t? What if they are too sensitive? What if they are not sensitive enough? What if the senses were so muddled that they couldn’t do their job properly? Imagine how hard it would be too process all those…… Continue reading Make sense of the senses.

Happy to sad…

Why is parenting so hard? So painfully hard? My girl. My heart hurts for her today. She wasn’t well but wanted to go to school for her favourite lesson with her favourite teacher. This is unheard of for her. School used to be the thing she hated the most. I was so, so proud of…… Continue reading Happy to sad…

Don’t worry.

“Don’t worry about what other people think.” I tell people this all the time. I try so hard to practice what I preach, I really do, but sometimes I can’t. Somedays that bit of my brain goes into overdrive and that is all I worry about. …..but that’s ok, isn’t it? I mean, is it…… Continue reading Don’t worry.

They say….

I don’t think that I am different, I can do most things you do, They say that I have special needs, But I need the same as you. I don’t think my behaviour’s challenging, I’m just trying to communicate, They say that I am a naughty girl, My mum will set them straight! I don’t…… Continue reading They say….

The birthday boy.

It can’t be easy being the sibling of a child with Autism. My boy goes through so much more than anyone could ever imagine. But somehow he manages to still be the rock for my girl, he is her support, her role model. My girl makes my boy’s life difficult, there is no sugar coating…… Continue reading The birthday boy.